Hang in there, I tell myself. Again. And again. And again. I tell myself that all will be fine - soon. I’ll just have to go through another lifetime of sadness, then, when happiness comes, I’ll hang onto that. I’ll grasp the state of being happy, and enjoy everything after that. I’ll smile through ever thought, every moment, every heartache, until everything I’m sad about, goes away. But what does being happy really mean? Does it mean I’ll have to smile every second of the day? Pretend there are no constant worries in my mind? I don’t know. But until then, I’ll just have to hang on; endure all the sadness life throws at me, until that day - that very day, I’m happy.